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HOW great thou art, my God and my Creator,
MUCH mightier than false gods others fear,
MORE wonderful, oh perfect Vindicator,
GRIEVOUS should be my fate if insincere.
ARE we bound not to express our feelings,
THE outbursts of emotions which occur?
CONSEQUENCES bring us to You, kneeling,
OF nothing are we masters, Lord, we err.
ANGER bows to God's Son, Jesus, greater
THAN anything we know or hope to be.
THE time to act is now, don't wait 'til later,
CAUSES, He will chose your fate eternally.
OF how we act the consequence is fair;
IT would be wise to seek Him out in prayer.


Quote: Marcus Aureliua








By cherryk

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